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GRACE
“If they’ve brought you here, they’ve claimed you,” Emma said, with a sly turn of her mouth. She was a beautiful woman with black hair and striking blue eyes that were only accentuated by the similar color of her dress.
I paused in my folding of napkins, which I’d never done in my life. The task seemed silly since everyone was going to place them in their laps anyways, but I lived with men with manners no better than wild dogs. Perhaps she took one look at me in the clean pants and shirt I’d taken from Travis and figured I needed a simple task. I could cook quite well actually, since I’d been the one expected to do it, but Father and Travis certainly weren’t worthy of folded napkins.
I looked to her down the long table. She was slicing strawberries and adding them to a bowl for
